First and foremost, it seems I have a few apologises to make. 1) To everyone that got offended by me calling Aerith, Aeris. 2) For the long delay between this and the last chapter. And finally the most important one.... 3) To everyone that didn't get a reply from me regarding their reviews. For that one I am the most sorry. It is the first time ever that real life and time seemed to have prevented me saying thank you to people. It really does mean the world to me to hear from you guys, and your thoughts, opinions and reviews are important.
So, to everyone that I missed, THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU!
Anyway, I managed to nab my muses and pin them down long enough to wring this chapter from them. I know it's not as long as some other chapters, but I didn't want you to wait any longer.
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CHAPTER 27
Sephiroth pulled out of the small slim body, his needs satisfied for the second time that morning. Rising up from the bed he sauntered towards the bathroom, heading for the shower and leaving the boy he had just used sprawled on his back on the mattress, his lean legs still flung wide open, his smooth exposed chest heaving from the exertion of the strenuous lovemaking session that had just taken place.
Hearing the sound of the running water coming from the other room, Cloud turned over to his side and closed his legs, curling in on himself and wrapping his arms around his drawn up knees, hugging them close as he proceeded to rock himself gently to and fro, chastising himself silently over and over again about how easily he had come to accept the general's touch.
After his initial rape, barely five days ago now, the man had continued to use him in any way that he chose. Cloud remembered the pain of being forcibly taken that first time, of how the silver haired general had left him to crawl, literally on his hands and knees, back to his pallet when he was done with him. Blood, shit and sperm had been leaking out from his abused and tortured ass, and the searing burning agony coming from that end of his body almost paralyzed him.
Beaten and bloodied, Cloud had presumed his ordeal over. He had thought that the man, happy now with his victory, would leave him alone to heal, to sulk, to nurture and harbour the hatred that was churning deep inside of him.
But it had not been so.
As he had lain quietly on his pallet, his face streaked with tears, his thoughts murderous, Sephiroth had entered the room. Even though Cloud had his back towards the door, he knew he was there. Every nerve ending in his body warned him that the general was stood right behind him, silently watching him. Cloud had instinctively frozen.
Not daring to breathe, not daring to move, he had just waited, trying to fight down the panic that was building beneath the surface of his emotions. He wouldn't let the man take him again. He couldn't.
Even as he thought it, he had known there was nothing he could have done to stop the general, if he chose to rape him a second time. He knew that all he could do, all he would do, was endure. And live. He braced himself.
But the man's touch, when it came, had been surprisingly gentle.
Kneeling down beside the huddled up boy, Sephiroth had placed the warm bowl of soapy water he carried upon the floor, wetting and squeezing out the cleaning rag he had brought with him. Not going straight for the prisoner's leaking ass, he had carefully, tenderly almost, wiped upwards from the boy's ankles to the backs of his knees, the strokes he used determined, but not forceful.
Cloud had been shocked to realise the man was washing him clean. At first, when the wet cloth touched the skin just above his foot, he hadn't known how to react. His frenzied and frightened mind had kept his body still, not wanting to provoke the man, not wanting to receive any more pain or torment. A part of him wanted to kick his foot back, to lash out at the hands that were tending to him. But he hadn't. The general's continued bathing of his soiled body seemed in some way to calm Cloud, the brushing actions seemingly taking away not only the grime, but the shame too. It was as if, in some strange way, the man was saying sorry to Cloud, for the hurt he had just caused him.
Getting to the boy's bloodied ass, Sephiroth had parted the filth encrusted cheeks just a little, enough to allow one cloth covered finger to run down the small gap. Up until that point, Cloud had remained motionless, still. But then Sephiroth had felt his body tense up. He had known the boy was waiting to be hurt again. But that was not Sephiroth's intention. He wanted his prisoner clean. And he also wanted to make sure that the boy's anus wasn't torn. It would not do to have infection set in.
He had doggedly continued on with his cleaning until only pale skin remained, and not a trace of blood was to be seen.
Now, laying here on his side covered in, and filled with, the generals sperm once again, Cloud began to think that perhaps it wasn't an act of kindness the sliver haired man had shown, cleaning him that day.....more a way to hide the evidence of his brutal rape. Perhaps, by washing away the truth of what had occurred, the general could convince himself that Cloud had actually welcomed his touch, and had wanted it.
Cloud turned his head into the pillows and cried like a baby as he grudgingly admitted to himself the harsh fact that, while the statement were not true for the first few days of being taken by the man, he was now finding it harder and harder of late to resist him, to put up a fight. He found he was beginning to instigate the sex himself, yearning to be held, to be touched.
He thought he was going insane.
"I think it's time I made my re-emergence into the world," Sephiroth declared, coming back into the room and looking down at Cloud who still lay in his bed, tangled in the sheets, his blue eyes heavy lidded. Removing the towel that he wore around his hips, Sephiroth threw it at the boy, who thrust out an arm and caught it. "I suggest you take the opportunity of my absence to clean yourself up," he advised.
"Why should I bother?" Cloud countered. "You'll only make me stink again with your touch, when you return."
Sephiroth smiled. "Oh, you do like aggressive foreplay, don't you boy? But I don't have time for such pleasantries...not at this moment. But I will remember your comment for later, when I return."
Cloud watched as the man began to dress. As much as he hated the general, he still had to confess that he possessed one of the most physically perfect bodies he had ever seen. Every muscle was toned and honed, every tendon and sinew tight and firm. His physique was everything Cloud aspired his to be.
The pulling on of tight gloves, and then the main electronic door closed behind the departing black leather clad form of the general.
With a small sigh, Cloud pushed his head back into the comforting softness of the cushions beneath him, one arm laying over and across his eyes, trying to fight down the feeling of apprehension that had risen in his chest. He was glad that his baiting of the general hadn't worked, that he hadn't managed to provoke him. Because now, for the first time in five days, he was actually alone. And it felt good.
For the first time in almost a week, Cloud was able to relax his tensed up muscles, and it felt like he was able to breath without feeling suffocated, knowing he could do anything and do it without being watched the whole time.
As he lay there, he was torn over what to do. His exhausted body cried out for him to let sleep claim him. It would take but a moment for his lids to shut, for him to blank out the world and dream of a better place. But he might not be given the offer to bathe again, to wash off the muck of the man, to be rid of his taste, his scent, his very being.
It was a luxury Cloud knew he couldn't afford to miss. So, ignoring the tiredness that made his whole body ache, he stumbled into the bathroom, taking the tossed towel with him, and turned on the taps to the shower. He stepped into the stall uncaring that the water had yet to heat up. He just stood there, laying his head wearily on the tiled wall, letting the falling spray of water wash over his sweat and semen coated skin. And as his body was cleaned, so too did his mind seem to become clearer.
He wasn't beaten. He wasn't broken. Far from it. If there was anything good to have come out of these horrific last few days, Cloud knew it was his building resolution to escape. Somehow, someway, he would get free of the general.
And his touch.
Every time that the man reached for him, every time that his fingers stroked him, Cloud knew he could bear it, because an inner strength that he never knew he possessed protected him, shielded him. A grim and bitter determination burned in his soul. And his will to live was stronger than ever. He found it strange to think that his captor had taught him something positive since his entrapment. But he had. General Sephiroth had taught Cloud that he could survive pain and torture.
As for the other.....
Cloud's eyes closed again, as he thought once more of the silver haired man's touch upon his body. As much as he hated to admit it, he had never felt so energised during sex. When making love with girls, it was always expected of him to be the powerful one. The one in charge. If he were truthful with himself, he actually had to admit that he found it to be quite laborious, the taking of a docile female. At base camp, sleeping with the whores, he had thought that to be a normal feeling, that a woman's purpose was simply to satisfy a man's needs. He had supposed that all men felt the same way about mating with a woman. He had persevered, settling into a relationship with Aerith, the young girl he had hoped to settle down with, making love to her most times just to keep the peace. He had never even thought how good sex with a man could be. Especially violent sex.
Until now.
A groan rose up from his throat, coming out of his mouth as a soft wail. How could he go back to a woman's arms, now? Because of the general, he knew there was no way he would ever find complete sexual satisfaction with a female again. They were too soft, too pliant. They didn't try his temper. They didn't push him to the limit. He couldn't imagine hitting and attacking his girlfriend in the way he attacked the general. And she would never hold him down and beat him into submission like Sephiroth did. And yet, he knew in his heart, that would be the only way for him to get excited now. He wondered if when he was free, he would be able to pay for a girl at the brothel to fight with him. Or better yet.....a male prostitute.
Just thinking about it was making him hard.
As the water continued to pour down upon his back, Cloud's blue eyes closed as he took his pleasure from the firm stroking movement of the gripped fingers that were wrapped around his cock, unaware that outside in the corridors, the buzz of gossip was in the air.
Word had quickly gone around the complex that the general had finally left his quarters....alone.
Sephiroth walked into his office with a jaunty step. He positively glowed. His green eyes glittered with a shining brilliance, and his thin lips actually seemed to be set permanently in the position of a small smile.
"Holy fuck, Seph!" Zack exclaimed upon seeing his friend. He rose from the desk he was sat at and approached the silver haired man, taking a slow ramble around him, eyeing him coltishly with a musing smile upon his face. "You're looking good! Whatever pleasure you've been getting from that kid, it's obviously doing you a world of wonders."
Pleased with Zack's welcome, Sephiroth took his place at his own desk, pulling a pile of paperwork towards himself. "It would appear I owe you thanks," he said.
Zack cocked an eyebrow.
"For ensuring we ate well," Sephiroth explained.
"Had to help you keep your strength up, didn't I?" Zack laughed good naturedly, retaking his own seat. "And I could tell by the empty, almost licked off dishes that were placed back outside, that you were both building up a hunger."
"How did you know it was me, taking the food?" Sephiroth asked. "It could have been any hungry cadet that was stealing it, and setting the empty plates back."
A loud chortle rang out from Zack.
"Ha! Can you see anyone being brave enough to try stealing from your door? I don't think so. I bet young Cloud was grateful of my generosity too."
"And how did you know I would share the food with him?" Sephiroth countered.
"That's easy," Zack shot back at him. "With your paranoid ways, I knew you'd make him try a bit of everything I left for you, first."
"You know me too well."
"Yes, I think I do," Zack nodded. "So tell me, how was it? Have you enjoyed the last few days of your....confinement?"
Sephiroth's eyes narrowed as he looked at the other man, and for the first time, his voice became serious and, ignoring the work that demanded his attention, he leaned on his elbows and cupped his face in his hands.
"Do you know, Zack, that boy is the first person ever, to make my cock twitch?"
Zack barked out a whoop of a laugh, thinking his friend to be bantering. "Seph, you're a tart! Your cock is always twitching."
"I know I have no problems regarding sex, Zack. Performing the act helps not only calm my emotions, it also fulfils my body's needs. No, what I meant was....I want this boy," Sephiroth admitted. "I want to claim him, to take him. Hard and fast, brutal and punishing." He leaned forward more over his desk as his words tumbled out, passionate and energetic. "The boy is just as aggressive as me, Zack, as a lover. He thinks nothing of rough foreplay. His baiting and fighting is such a turn-on. And his strong body makes him an ideal adversary for my predatory and dominating nature. He doesn't make the taking of him easy. And Zack.... I simply adore him for it."
Zack had been watching the general talking with true amazement on his face. He had never heard his friend speak in such an animated way before. "You really care for the kid, huh?" he asked, seriously.
Sephiroth gave a small contented sigh. "He makes me feel...alive," he said, leaning back and resuming his interest in the paperwork before him once again.
"Talking of, um, being alive," Zack asked nervously. "You've left your room. I take it the boy is...alright?"
It was now Sephiroth's turn to smile. "He might find walking and sitting rather uncomfortable for a while. But other than that, he's fine Zackary. There's no need for you to worry your head about his welfare. He's come to mean too much to me, to really hurt, or destroy him."
Still, Zack did worry. He knew better than most the power of control the general insisted...no...demanded upon, from his bed mates. So at the first opportunity, the dark haired man found an excuse to leave the room, and quickly made his way to Sephiroth's quarters.